turps

Part 2

“I suppose, just don’t burn anything.”

“Like I’d do that.” Muttering to himself about the fact he’d only burned a hole in Justin’s nasty shirt that one time, and the way reputations never went away, Chris took JC’s iron and board from its usual place. Setting it up he entered JC’s walk in closet of doom, kicking clothes aside as he went.

Chris sighed when he entered, inside was even worse than outside, with clothes two inches deep on the floor. But Chris knew exactly what he needed, and quickly found the outfit he wanted, buried under a huge white cowboy hat.

Clothes in hand, Chris left the closet of doom and quickly ironed his selection, whistling quietly as he made sure every crease was gone. Once done, Chris bent to unplug the iron and looked up to see JC staring at him from the bathroom doorway. He looked good, hair bouncy and glossy and he smiled as he walked over to get his clothes, pulling the towel from his waist on the way.

“You think I’ll look good in a plain white shirt and jeans?”

“I know you’ll look good like that.”

“I’ll look boring.”

“You’ll look fantastic.” Handing over the clothes, Chris openly leered as JC bent to pull on the jeans. “You don’t need any sparkles and embellishments; you’re hot just as you are.”

JC blushed a little, kissing Chris quickly on his lips before pulling on the shirt.

Eyeing him critically, Chris stopped JC fastening the buttons, doing the middle two himself. “Here, take a leaf out of Lance’s book. Now, for the final touch.” Reaching over to the bedside table, Chris plucked JC’s glasses from a jumble of jewellery and passed them over.

“You want me to wear these?”

“You don’t have to, but if you want to blow my mind, yeah.”

JC smiled wide, eyes almost disappearing as he took the glasses, putting them on. “I want to blow your mind, and other things too. But that’ll have to wait.” Sighing, JC pulled Chris close in a hug, holding him hard and tight. “I have to go to this thing. You’ll still be here when I get back?”

“I ironed for you didn’t I? Of course I’ll be here. Now go blow their minds.” Pushing JC out of the door, then letting him back in when he shouted he needed shoes, Chris watched as JC eventually ran down the stairs, waving before he left.

Alone, Chris looked at the disaster that was JC’s room then started to pick the first things up. He had to do something while he waited for JC to come back after all.